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It's like I'm powerful with a little bit of tender,
An emotional, sexual bender,
Mess me up, yeah, but no one does it better,
There's nothin' better.
Make Me Feel – Janelle Monae
Tobin grunts as someone jostles into her back. She stumbles forwards, only just catching herself in time to prevent herself falling face first in the pool. She quickly reaches out to grab the rogue flip flop floating on the surface and stands up. It would be entirely her luck to fall into the pool on her first shift as a lifeguard.
“Sorry. I didn’t see you there.” A sweet voice says and Tobin huffs because honestly, she’s wearing a bright yellow t-shirt and red shorts that are practically glowing, so how could anyone possibly miss her? Turning around, she’s about to give the woman who almost sent her spilling into the water the dirtiest glare she can muster.
Instead, Tobin almost chokes on nothing but the air she’s meant to be breathing.
“I’m Christen. She/her. And you’re the new lifeguard?” Christen smiles, holding her hand out for Tobin to take. Christen. Or as Tobin will now know her, the woman who can make a perfectly reasonable one piece look absolutely sinful.
“Oh. Wow.” Tobin realises she’s gawking and quickly straightens up. She takes Christen’s hand in her own, marvelling at the softness of her skin. “Tobin. My name’s Tobin.”
Christen looks at her a little expectantly, her green eyes wide and curious. It takes Tobin a moment. “Oh right, yeah she/her too.”
Tobin rubs her thumb over the skin on the back of Christen’s hand, only realising what she’s done when Christen gives her a coy smile.
“Cool. Guess I’ll be seeing you around, ‘oh wow’ Tobin.” Christen’s hand slips out of her own, her fingers dragging down the length of Tobin’s palm. The feeling sends a shiver down Tobin’s spine. It’s ridiculous, but Tobin’s sure she feels a pulse of electricity spark between their fingers as Christen’s touch disappears.
Tobin rubs at the back of her neck nervously, fully aware she’s still staring at Christen when she steps away from her entirely.
Tobin doesn’t mean to, but she can’t stop herself looking over her shoulder to watch Christen walk away. It’s truly, entirely, unprofessional of her, but she can’t help staring at Christen’s ass as she starts to make her way back to her lifeguard chair. So, it’s entirely karmic when Tobin walks headfirst into the side of the ladder.
When Tobin gets home that evening, she stares at the empty canvas in her living room. It’s been taunting her for weeks. It isn’t cheap living in LA and not producing any art isn’t going to pay for her living expenses.
It’s the reason why she’s working at the pool. Easy money to help pay her rent so she doesn’t take out all her savings.
For the first time in weeks though, Tobin picks up a paint brush. She squeezes out a blob of green, adds some grey, a bit of yellow, a hint of brown- The shade on her mixing palate doesn’t look halfway right though.
Sighing, Tobin drops her brush into the half empty pot of water on the floor.
She’ll try again tomorrow. It’s too hot to paint anyway.
Christen arrives at the pool the same time the following day. Just as the day hits its peak and the heat starts to become nothing short of unbearable outside the shade.
There’s no reason for Tobin to climb down off her seat and out from under her little umbrella, yet she feels wholly entranced by the woman she’s only spoken to once. She’s just stepped off the ladder when Christen walks past her chair.
“Hi, Tobin.” Christen greets, pushing her sunglasses up onto her head. Tobin could be sure her eyes are a little more defined today. Like there’s the subtlest hint of mascara and Tobin’s pretty sure there’s a light hue of eyeshadow framing Christen’s eyes too.
“Hey, not gonna try pushing me in the pool today?” Tobin smiles as she leans her arm back onto the ladder. Without trying to be too obvious, she flexes her arm slightly, letting the muscle bulge in her bicep.
“Not sure how I missed you.” Christen comments, her eyes dragging over Tobin’s body, and Tobin doesn’t miss the way her eyes linger on her lightly flexing arm. “Not rescuing any flip flops today?”
With Christen’s gaze still looking her over, Tobin makes sure to flex her calves slightly too. It has the desired effect, and Christen’s lip catches between her teeth as her eyes stall there for a moment.
Tobin laughs gently. “Nobody came back to claim it. Poor little guys destined to live out his days in lost and found.”
“That’s pretty heart breaking.” Christen holds her hand to her chest, swaying slightly as she takes a step towards Tobin.
Tobin stands up straighter, bringing their bodies closer. She thinks maybe Christen leans in a little further, but at the last second, Christen shakes her head and steps back again. “Well, have a good day, Tobin.”
“Hey, Christen.” Tobin calls gently before Christen can step too far away. She has no idea why she does it, and really, she shouldn’t just go around touching pool guests, but Tobin reaches out and squeezes the top of Christen’s arm. “I’ll let flopsy know you asked after him.”
“So, ‘oh wow’ Tobin’s a bit of a dork, huh?” Christen looks at her arm where Tobin’s hand is still loosely holding her. “And a bit handsy.”
A heat flushes across Tobin’s cheeks. It’s not the first time she’s let her hands wander before her mind can catch up.
“Shit.” Tobin quickly moves away. “Sorry. I really should keep my hands to myself.”
Christen smirks at her before leaning in close again. Even though Tobin’s standing perfectly still, she still almost trips over her feet at Christen’s next words.
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” She whispers.
“Well, if you ever need a hand with anything, let me know.” Tobin doesn’t mean for it to sound quite so suggestive, but she doesn’t regret it. Not when Christen’s green eyes seem to darken. Not when a light flush of pink seems to appear across Christen’s cheeks.
Maybe this lifeguard gig wasn’t going to be as boring as she thought. Before Tobin can do something productive like ask for Christen’s number, the moment is interrupted by a child bombing into the pool.
Rolling her eyes, Tobin quickly blows her whistle, sending the sheepish looking boy scurrying out of the water.
“I should probably stop distracting you.” Christen says as she takes a step away from her.
Tobin sighs, because Christen is probably right. All the time Tobin’s talking to Christen, there could be a child threatening to crack their head open on the bottom of the pool. Or the slippery floor around the pool. Or the other half a dozen places her training told her to watch out for.
“Enjoy your afternoon, Christen.” Tobin smiles, letting her eyes travel down the loose dress covering Christen’s body. “I know I will.”
“You’ll be enjoying it even more soon.” Christen hints as she lowers her sunglasses again.
The moment Tobin drops back into her seat, she spots the child who interrupted them. He’s clearly eyeing up another run at the pool but stops when he sees her glaring at him with the whistle already in her mouth.
With the pool finally returned to order, Tobin looks for Christen again. She’s glad she’s already sitting down when she spots her. The one piece from the day before has been abandoned. Instead when Tobin respectfully watches Christen take off her dress, she reveals a bright yellow bikini.
Tobin works at a pool. It’s only day two but she’s already seen people in varying degrees of undress. She’s done multiple life drawing classes too. The naked and semi naked female form is something she’s very comfortable seeing.
Christen’s body though…
There’s a dryness suddenly forming in Tobin’s mouth, and she tries to swallow. Christen is possibly the most perfect human being Tobin has ever seen.
As if feeling Tobin’s gaze on her, Christen turns around. Tobin doesn’t look away when she takes off her sunglasses and Tobin’s pretty sure she just winked at her. Or at least she thinks that’s what Christen’s trying to do.
Christen definitely knows she was watching her though.
Tobin quickly looks away and takes a sip from her water bottle. This woman is clearly something else entirely.
Tobin knows exactly what the shade of green she’s trying to achieve is and exactly why she’s trying to achieve it. Her art sometimes becomes a bit literal, so of course she’s trying to match the shade of green with Christen’s eyes perfectly. Who knows what she’s going to end up painting once she does match it.
Still. At least she’s actually picking up a paint brush.
Christen becomes a problem.
Not because she runs around the edge of the pool, and not because she ignores the “No Diving” signs like half the children and adults do. No. Christen becomes a problem because she comes to the pool every single afternoon.
How’s Tobin meant to save anyone when she can barely even breathe every time Christen stops by. Tobin’s positive the other woman is wearing increasingly smaller items of swimwear, and she’s positive it’s with the sole intent of taunting her personally.
It’s like she waits until Tobin is in her chair and looking her way before taking off her clothes. Tobin doesn’t dare tell her there’s a perfectly functional changing room in the building on the far side of the pool. She’s not sure it would help anyway. The anticipation of Christen going in there and having to wait for her to come back out…
Regardless of where Christen decides to change, Tobin thinks she’s going to need to start bringing two water bottles.
Every day that week Tobin learns more about Christen. She always makes sure she’s climbed down her ladder to greet the other woman when she arrives. There’s always something to tease about, something new to learn, another piece of skin for Tobin to carefully touch. And there’s always another child just waiting to interrupt them.
Every evening Tobin gets closer to mixing the perfect colour. Sometimes she gives up after a couple of minutes and heads to bed. Sometimes after she gives up, she stays up until the first light of the following day starts to brighten the sky trying to figure out what to do.
Every morning the canvas remains just as empty as the night before.
Tobin doesn’t work at the weekend. Instead she heads to the beach with Ashlyn, where the pair of them would quite happily keep surfing all day and night if Ali didn’t come to collect them.
She checks out a new wine bar with Allie too. Drinking far too much and eating far too little until they’re both asked to leave.
It’s a perfectly normal weekend.
Except. It’s not quite perfectly normal. Because everywhere Tobin goes, she keeps her eyes open for any sign of Christen. It’s silly, and she doesn’t know what any of Christen’s weekend plans are, but she builds up multiple scenarios in her head of bumping into her.
Somehow a week is all it takes for Christen to well and truly get under her skin.
Tobin’s head is still pounding when she gets to the pool. Maybe visiting a wine bar with Allie on a Sunday wasn’t the best idea. She isn’t sure if it’s the lingering effect of the wine or if the weather really has gone up 10 degrees. But up in her chair she feels too hot. And the sun is too bright. And the chlorine too-
“Do you mind if I set up here?”
Tobin blinks and looks down at Christen, she hadn’t seen her arrive. “Hey, yeah no problem.”
“It’s just guys hit on me less when I’m near the lifeguard chair.” Christen explains and Tobin hums in understanding. It’s not surprising Christen gets hit on, but Tobin can’t recall seeing anyone try and approach her. Maybe she hadn’t been keeping as close an eye on things as she should. Tobin’s about to suggest Christen always sits next to her chair so she can shoo them all away when she abruptly continues. “Girls too! They hit on me too.”
“I see.” Tobin says cautiously, not quite sure how to take Christen’s quick addition.
“Which is like, totally okay. Either is normally fine. Gender isn’t important.” Christen grimaces. “I mean it is important. I’m pan though, so the spectrum is my oyster. So to speak.”
Christen looks up at her a little expectantly, it reminds Tobin of the first day they met. It strikes her suddenly what she’s waiting for.
“Oh, yeah I’m-” Out the corner of her eye, Tobin spots a streak of blue running alongside the pool. The whistle is instantly in her mouth and she’s blowing down on it. Hard.
“Hey!” She shouts, standing up on the ladder. “If I see you running again, you’re banned kid!”
The child looks at her, their eyes wide and lip quivering. Tobin knows it’s coming before it even happens.
“MOM!” For a small child, their voice screeches loudly across the whole pool drawing every one’s eyes. “THE MEAN LIFEGAURD SHOUTED AT ME!”
Suddenly the child takes off again, running towards where their parent must be. Tobin rolls her eyes and starts to make her way off the chair.
“Sorry, gotta go make sure I don’t get fired.”
Christen nods in understanding and reclines back on her sun lounger. “Then who would I talk to?”
After dealing with the tiny demon child, Tobin spends the rest of the afternoon idly chatting with Christen. She tries, she really does try her hardest not to keep looking at the tiny bikini top Christen’s wearing, but every time Tobin looks down, her eyes are instantly drawn to all the skin on display.
It’s just a relief her chair is two metres above Christen, or who even knows where her hands would have wandered.
Another night and another step closer Tobin gets to mixing the perfect shade of green.
Maybe she should ask Christen if she can take a photo of her face. For purely artistic reasons. Of course.
Christen pulls her sun lounger over to the Tobin’s chair again the next day.
Tobin hasn’t even had the chance to smile at her when she hears Christen’s name being called and she looks down to watch as a brunette approaches.
“Kelley?!” Christen exclaims, looking between both Tobin and the woman who’s just thrown her bag on the floor.
“Crystal said I would find you here.” The stranger apparently called Kelley responds as she drags a lounger over to Christen’s. “You know the pool at our buildings been working for like a week, right? No more green water.”
“Yep.” All of a sudden, Christen is very obviously not looking at Tobin. “I just like this pool.”
A child on the other side of the pool screams as their sibling chooses that moment to start hitting them with a doughnut floaty. Tobin glares at them, watching as their mother pulls them apart. The sibling starts to scream too, throwing the doughnut like a disk into the water.
“Yeah, real charming place.” Kelley comments dryly, clearly watching the same scene unfold. “So, Crystal said there’s a hot lifeguard.”
The comment makes Tobin smirk. She hasn’t missed the way Christen’s eyes sometimes linger on her. The way she sometimes shivers when Tobin touches her arm.
“Huh? What? I don’t-” Christen sounds flustered.
Tobin thinks the mother on the other side of the pool looks flustered too, except instead of looking adorably embarrassed like Christen, she looks like she’s about to start screaming. She spots the floaty drifting to the edge of the pool and decides the least she can do is return it to the increasingly frazzled looking woman.
“Said you sent her a candid photo of some brunette hotty.”
“Their shift hasn’t started yet!” Christen replies quickly.
There isn’t another lifeguard shift. Tobin’s shift is the last one of the day, it’s just her until closing and she knows Christen knows that. It makes her smirk deepen.
Tobin drops her water bottle into its holder and pushes herself up, ready to help the mother who looks about two seconds away from drowning her children.
“You’ve been coming here for like a week. Maybe you should just flash them your tits if they’re not getting the hint.”
“Kelley!”
Then two things happen at once.
The first is: Tobin suddenly can’t think of anything but Christen’s bare breasts. The second is: her foot misses a step on the ladder.
Before Tobin can even swear, she’s on the ground. She lets out a yelp, her side taking the brunt of the fall. It doesn’t feel like anything’s broken. Nothing but her pride. Carefully, Tobin rolls onto her back to stare up at the blue sky.
It’s really too damn hot for this.
“Shit.” Tobin finally whispers.
“Tobin!” Suddenly Christen is blocking her view, her face hovering close over Tobin’s. “Oh my gosh, are you okay?”
“Hey, is that hotty mclifeguard?” Tobin hears Christen’s friend call from behind her.
Tobin thinks this might be the most embarrassing moment of her life. She can’t possibly outdo herself this time. Except when Tobin attempts to lift her hand and push her hair off her face, she somehow ends up rubbing her knuckles over Christen’s breast. A gasp leaves Christen, and Tobin wishes she wasn’t wearing sunglass so she could see what emotions were playing out in those perfectly green eyes.
“Soft-” Maybe it would have been best if she had fallen in the pool and drowned. “Sorry, yeah I’m fine.”
Tobin’s face flushes and she quickly pushes herself off her back, mindful of accidently groping Christen any further.
“I should go help her.” Tobin quickly blurts out. It’s like she’s a teenager again with absolutely no idea of how to handle a beautiful woman. In her defence though, Christen is truly the most beautiful woman she’s ever met. The most intelligent and eloquent too.
And all Tobin can think about is how her hand just touched her breast.
Tobin quickly she pushes herself off the floor. Immediately grabbing the floating doughnut from the pool and taking off before Christen can say anything.
She’s disappointed when she returns to see an empty sun lounger and no Christen in sight.
By the end of the day, Tobin can’t wait to get back to her apartment where she can crank the air-conditioning to its highest setting and forget about the day. Despite the sun hanging low in the sky the sweltering heat lingers. The radio said it was the hottest day of the year so far and the uncomfortably hot evening air confirms it’s going to be a hot night as well.
It makes Tobin long to jump into the pool beside her so her body can cool down.
She can’t wait to get back and ice her side too.
Tobin’s almost finished stacking up the sun loungers when she spots something poking out from underneath the one beside her lifeguard chair. She reaches down to pick up the purse.
It’s familiar. She can’t place where she’s seen it though. Tobin quickly opens the bag and rummages past a set of keys to pull out what looks like a business card.
Christen Press
There’s cell phone number on there too, and an address to a yoga studio. Without thinking about it too hard, Tobin pulls out her phone and quickly sends Christen a text.
‘i have ur bag’
Tobin reads the text back again and realises it sounds vaguely threatening. Hastily, she sends another message, hoping it reaches Christen before she gets too worried about the first one.
‘its tobin from the pool’
She bites at the corner of her nail as she watches the three little dots indicating Christen’s reply is coming.
‘OMG! I thought someone stole it. Are you still at the pool? Can I come grab it? – C’
Tobin really wants to go home. But she also really wants to see Christen again.
‘yes and yes. c u soon’
It doesn’t take Christen long to arrive. And when she does, Tobin thinks she might have ascended to heaven.
It’s like a goddess is running towards the pool gate. And goddess is definitely an apt description for Christen Press because Tobin is quite sure she can hear harps playing and the subtle rise of angels singing. The lowering sun behind Christen makes it looks like she’s glowing, the dying rays picking up on the yellow of Christen’s loose fitting sundress perfectly.
The little cherubs, sitting on their little clouds, plucking at the strings of their little harps must have been proud as they watched their heavenly kin reduce to Tobin to her current state.
“Hi.” Christen waves as she slips through the gate. “Thanks for waiting.”
Tobin rubs at the back of her neck. “No problem.”
She somehow manages to stop herself adding “anything for you.”
Suddenly, it feels awkward. Tobin’s not really sure what to say next. Maybe she should apologise for thinking about Christen’s boobs so hard she fell off her chair. Or maybe she should apologise for actually touching Christen on the boob.
“I wanted to-” Tobin starts.
“This heat huh?” Christen says at the exact same time, cutting over Tobin. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Tobin quickly assures her. “Yeah, we’re in for a hot summer.”
Christen’s voice suddenly becomes quiet, but Tobin can just about make out her mumble. “That’s what I’m hoping.”
“Huh?”
“I said, I wish I could just jump in and cool off.” Christen replies, but Tobin knows that isn’t anything close to what she said originally.
“We can. I mean, I know you were joking, but we can get in. Nobody comes down this way at night.” Tobin smiles pointing to the bag in Christen’s hand. “I was kinda thinking about doing the same before I found your bag.”
“Don’t we need a lifeguard to watch us?” Christen smirks.
“Technically I haven’t left the pool area, so I’m still on duty.” Tobin points at the little label on her shirts that says ‘LIFEGUARD.’ “I promise to keep my eyes on you at all times.”
Christen smiles and places her bag back on the ground. “Sounds like a promise.”
Tobin watches as Christen’s hand works, loosening the knot at the back of her dress. It pools at her feel leaving her in nothing but the bikini Tobin had seen her in earlier that day.
“That’s… That’s a really nice bikini by the way.”
“Oh? You like it?” She spins on the spot and Tobin’s knees almost give out.
“It’s nice colour.” Tobin replies, her cheeks flushing hotly as Christen keeps her back turned. Her whole body almost combusts when Christen leans over to look in her bag.
Tobin lifts her shirt over her head and quickly lowers her shorts. By the time she’s out of her clothes, Christen’s hair is tied and she’s staring at Tobin slack jawed.
“You work out?” Christen asks, her voice sounding oddly strained.
Tobin looks down at herself, her abs flexing as she shifts her feet slightly. “Oh, yeah. I surf a lot. Helps to stay in shape.”
“You are.” Christen says as she twists a loose strand of hair around her finger. “In shape I mean. You are in shape.” She clarifies.
“Cool. Like so are you. You’re very… Shaped.” Tobin’s certain her whole body has just flushed red with embarrassment. “We should get in.”
Ignoring the signs she spends all day enforcing, Tobin dives headfirst into the water. It’s cool under the surface and if she wasn’t currently underwater she would sigh at how good it feels. Summer in LA is always hot, but this heatwave…
When her head pops up above the surface again it’s to the sight of Christen lowering herself into the pool. She practically moans as the water envelopes her. “That feels so good.”
The images that flash through Tobin’s mind force her to duck underwater again as another flush travels the length of her body. She shakes her head whilst she’s under there, trying to dislodge the thought of her fingers burying themselves inside of Christen as she moans about how good it feels.
She should at least buy her dinner first.
It surprises Tobin when she emerges to find Christen treading water right in front of her.
“Tobin.”
“Yeah?” Tobin replies and even to her own ears, her voice sounds hoarse.
“Are you gay?” Christen asks and the question catches Tobin entirely off guard. She must stall for slightly too long though because Christen pushes on nervously. “Like even a little bit?”
Tobin quickly nods enthusiastically. “Super gay-”
Suddenly Christen is rushing forwards and Tobin lets out a grunt of surprise when their lips meet. It’s over almost as quickly as it starts.
Christen pulls away, her eyes wide. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”
Tobin hooks her hand around the back of Christen’s head and pulls her in again. The heat of the summer air around them is nothing compared to the heat pulsing through Tobin at the feel of Christen’s lips pressing against her own.
It doesn’t take much coaxing from Tobin for Christen to wrap her legs around her waist. They should probably take this slower, but now Tobin’s got her hands on Christen she’s struggling to stop.
She finds the sweet spot in the water. Just as the slope to the deep end of the pool starts, Tobin can keep her feet firmly on the pool floor and their heads just poking about the water. Tobin pushes them over to the side until Christen’s back is pushing up against the wall. It’s easier in the water, but Tobin’s pretty confident she could lift Christen like this on dry land too.
Their kiss deepens as Christen buries her fingers in Tobin’s wet hair, tugging her impossibly closer. It brings their bodies flush together and Tobin groans at the feeling of so much bare skin sliding against her.
It takes her a moment to realise Christen’s skin is literally sliding against her own. She can feel Christen’s hips rolling against her. Another groan tears from Tobin’s throat.
After a particularly desperate roll from Christen, Tobin pulls away from Christen’s lips. She watches carefully for Christen’s reaction as she starts to slide a hand down between their bodies. Christen’s eyes darken, her lip catching between her teeth as Tobin’s hand gets lower.
“This okay?” Tobin whispers as her hand cups over the fabric of Christen’s bikini bottoms.
“Fuck… Yeah, yeah that’s…” Christen rolls her hips again, her centre rubbing over the palm of Tobin’s hand. “Oh, fuck that’s really good.”
Tobin dips her head in again and reignites their kiss. Within moments, Christen’s tongue is swiping across her lower lip. Not to be outdone, Tobin opens her mouth deepening the kiss so their tongues can slide together. All the while, Christen’s hips keep moving, pressing upwards to gain more friction from Tobin’s hand.
Experimentally, Tobin shifts her palm, rotating her wrist in subtle circles.
“Fuck!” Christen suddenly gasps. “Yeah, like that, baby. Oh fuuuuck.”
Tobin increases the pressure, pushing harder against where she knows Christen’s clit will be. She wishes they weren’t in the pool. She wishes she could touch Christen fully. She wants to push aside fabric of Christen’s bikini bottoms and really feel her. She wants to watch her fingers sink inside of this goddess masquerading as a woman.
The pleasure apparently becomes too much for Christen and Tobin feels her kiss becoming sloppier until she pulls away to rest her head on Tobin’s shoulder.
“I can’t wait to fuck you properly.” Tobin whispers against Christen’s neck. “Feel you clench around my fingers. Feel you squirm against my tongue. I bet you taste so good.”
“Please- Tobin please- I need-” Christen seems to lose the power of speech as her words cut off with a deep moan.
Tobin rotates her palm harder and suddenly Christen’s hips stutter. Once, twice and then-
Just the sight of Christen coming, her head thrown back and her eyes clenching shut makes Tobin pulse. It’s not quite an orgasm, but the rush of pleasure makes her groan out Christen’s name.
All Tobin can hear is the gentle lapping of water against the pool edge and the soft puffs of breath coming from Christen. She carefully moves her hand away, smiling when Christen’s hips buck towards it, chasing the friction.
“That was… That was really hot.” Christen practically moans. “We should-”
The sound of a cell phone ringing cuts across the stillness of the pool. Christen lets out a groan and drops her arms from around Tobin’s neck.
“That’s mine, I should-” Christen pulls herself out of the water and Tobin follows after her.
“Hi… Really, Kelley?” Tobin can hear the irritation in Christen’s voice. “This is the third time this month… Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there soon.”
“Everything okay?” Tobin asks as she rings out her hair.
“Kelley’s locked herself out our building. Again.” Christen replies with a roll of her eyes.
“You should probably dry off first, there’s some clean towels in the staff room.”
Tobin leads Christen into the office at the side of the changing rooms. It’s barely big enough for the desk wedged into the corner of the room, let alone the medical supplies and towels stacked up on the shelving precariously attached to the back wall.
Tobin pulls a couple of stiff towels off the shelf and unfolds them. They smell like cheap detergent, but they’re clean at least.
“Cozy.” Christen comments after she’s dried off and tied her dress back around her neck.
“Maybe I’ll give you the tour someday.” Tobin offers suggestively, her head tilting towards the desk.
“I would like that-” Christen’s phone chirps at her from her bag and she lets out a groan of frustration. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Tobin.” And suddenly Christen’s stepping forwards, her hand skirting the top of Tobin’s bikini bottoms, the tip just about slipping under the fabric. “Maybe we can go swimming again.”
“Yeah. Yeah I would like that.”
The shade of green she manages to fix that evening is the closest one yet.
And for the first time in too long, Tobin sits on her stall and swipes her brush down the canvas. It’s just a line for now. A single stroke.
It feels like the start of something.
When Tobin arrives for her shift the next day, she pulls a sun lounger over to the side of her chair, ready for Christen’s arrival. It’s as she just finishes setting up a sun umbrella for her that Tobin feels her phone vibrate in her pocket.
‘Hope you don’t mind me using your number. I needed some help – C’
Tobin smiles at the little message. She hadn’t dared use Christen’s number the night before, so she’s glad the other woman has reached out.
‘sure whatsup?’
It takes a couple of minutes for the next messages to come through and Tobin’s glad she’s not on the ladder when she looks at them. Apparently by needing help, Christen really means ruining the clean bikini shorts Tobin put on for her shift.
‘Option 1 or option 2 – C’
Two images come through with Christen’s text, both taken in what Tobin’s assumes is her bedroom. Both showing her in just a small bikini. Tobin’s first thought when her brain restarts, is how can one person own so many pieces of swimwear? On the mirror in the photographs there’s at least five more bikini tops Tobin hasn’t seen her wearing yet.
She wonders if Christen would model those for her too if she asked.
Both sets she’s wearing look perfect, but hue of orange on the first one has Tobin’s attention most. The photos do make Tobin wonder what Christen’s wearing now though. Is she still in option 2 or maybe… With her fingers trembling with anticipation Tobin types her response.
‘what one are you wearing now?’
The next message comes through almost immediately.
‘I didn’t think option 3 was appropriate for the pool. During opening hours anyway – C’
Tobin glances around the pool to make sure nobody is where they shouldn’t be and she thanks the heavens it’s a quiet day.
‘i can check the lifeguard handbook. let you know’
The little white dots flash at the bottom of the message string. With every second ticking by, Tobin can feel the heat starting to gather between her legs. She knows exactly what she just asked Christen for, what the next image might be.
It still doesn’t prepare her for when the photo appears in the chat.
“Fuck me…”
The confidence of this woman. Tobin has to look around again as she uncomfortably crosses her legs. Her cheeks are definitely flushing a deep shade of red. She shifts back in her seat as she replies.
‘ill need to have a closer look later to double check. guidebook says option 1 is suitable’
Tobin opens up the picture again, admiring the perfect curves of Christen’s bare body. It’s only when her eyes drift to the right-hand side of the image that she realises there’s another mirror behind Christen, her ass on full display in the reflection.
‘Thanks for your help. I’ll see you soon - C xxx’
True to her word, Christen arrives at the pool half an hour later.
“Hi.” Tobin greets as she carefully climbs down the ladder.
“Hey.”
Tobin can feel the tension between them. It’s not awkward, it’s just… It’s just Tobin wants nothing more than to reach out and crash her lips against Christen’s again. She wants to pull off her dress, and the bikini underneath and utterly ravish her.
She wants to see, to feel, to taste the skin Christen had sent her a photo of. As the child screaming from the pool reminds Tobin though, they aren’t alone, so all she can do is imagine all the things she wants to do to Christen.
Holding Tobin’s gaze with her own, Christen slips her dress off her body. The bikini looks just as perfect as it did in the photo.
Tobin's mind flashes to the other photo Christen sent her. The one Tobin's added to her favourites folder. The one she's looked at at least 50 times since Christen sent it to her. “Want to help me look through the guidebook later?” She asks hopefully.
“After you were so helpful this morning, it would be rude not to help.” Christen reaches out as she speaks, her finger tracing the vein on Tobin’s arm, all the way from her elbow to her hand. “Lend you a hand.”
“If we don’t pass out from the heat first.” Tobin says as she squints up at the sky. The heatwave was showing no signs of breaking and the radio had helpfully informed her it was only going to get hotter as the week went on.
“Thanks for the umbrella.” Christen smiles as she leans back into her seat. “Maybe if you’re good I’ll get you an iced coffee later.”
And suddenly it feels… Domestic. Like this is something they’ve been doing for months. Like Christen coming to the pool and teasing her is just how her life is and always has been.
Tobin narrows her eyes at Christen. “Are you trying to make me fall in love with you?”
“How’s it going so far?” Christen jokes back.
“You follow all the pool rules, so I already like you more than anyone else here.” Tobin shrugs before pointing at Christen’s chest. “And you’ve got nice boobs.”
Christen laughs, her head tipping back as the joyful sound echoes around the pool. “Can’t believe I ever questioned if you were gay.”
“It’s hot watching you carry those.” Christen calls from her sun lounger.
“You know… If you helped, we could get to the fun part quicker.” Tobin flirts back easily.
“Only one of us is getting paid here.”
With the last chair stacked up, Tobin rests her hands on her hips. She can feel the sweat starting to trickle down her back and the ache in her arms from carrying so many loungers.
She doesn’t notice Christen approaching her until warm hands slowly loop around her middle.
“Seeing you do that makes me wonder what else you can carry.” Christen comments, her hands coming up to squeeze at Tobin’s biceps.
“Oh?”
Tobin turns around, taking in the impish look on Christen’s face. She quickly drops down to grab Christen by the back of the thighs, lifting her from the ground easily.
“Like that?” Tobin asks as Christen wraps her legs around Tobin’s hips. With a smile on her face, Christen leans in to kiss Tobin, her lips gently parting her own as Tobin carefully walks her back towards the lifeguard chair.
Christen grunts when her back hits the cold metal of the ladder. “That feels good. It’s so damn hot.”
Tobin hums, letting go of Christen’s legs so she can stand on her own again. She doesn’t move away though. Slowly Tobin trails her hand up Christen’s arm until she can tug at the material of her bikini top.
“I really want to take this off.”
“Then why don’t you?” Christen challenges.
Even though it’s just Tobin’s car sitting in the parking lot, and even though she hasn’t seen anyone other than Christen come by the pool after hours, Tobin isn’t sure she wants to risk sharing Christen’s body with anybody else.
“Come with me.” Tobin gently demands, pulling Christen away from the ladder and towards the changing rooms.
She quickly unlocks the staff room door and pushes Christen up against the desk. They meet somewhere in the middle, their teeth almost clashing together in their desperation to kiss.
Tobin’s so distracted by Christen’s tongue sliding against her own, she doesn’t notice Christen undoing her bikini top. It takes Christen pulling away to lean her arms on the desk for Tobin to realise. And then she can’t notice anything else.
“Option 3.” Christen states, her eyes dark and chest rising heavily. All Tobin can do is stare. Her eyes drinking in the sight of Christen's bare chest, committing every part of her to memory.
“You can touch them you know.” Christen offers, pulling Tobin’s hand up to cover one of her breasts. “With your hands… With your mouth.”
Her words snap Tobin back into the moment and she ducks down to take a nipple in her mouth, humming around the little bud. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.” She murmurs.
Not wanting the other nipple to feel left out, she kisses her way across Christen’s chest. She tastes like sweat and peaches, a combination that has Tobin licking at her skin. Even with Christen’s hips rolling against her, Tobin focuses her attention of Christen’s chest. She sucks at her breasts, licks at her nipples, lets her teeth scrape across the straining buds.
Finally, Christen’s patience seems to run our and she grabs Tobin’s hand, pushing it down her body. “Please, I need to feel-”
Tobin dips her hand below the waistband of Christen’s bikini bottoms and immediately swipes the tips of her fingers through the wetness that awaits her.
“Christen…” Tobin moans and dips her fingers lower, covering them in the slick between Christen’s legs. “Were you wet like this yesterday?”
Christen nods. “And all night. Thinking about you-“ Before Christen can finish, Tobin pushes a finger inside of her. “Oh fuck, thinking of you doing that.”
“Doing what, Christen?” Tobin asks innocently as she pulls her finger back, hooking the tip to catch along the walls of Christen’s pulsing heat.
“Thinking of you fucking me.” Green eyes suddenly open. “Hard.”
Heat pools between Tobin’s legs and she’s glad her other hand is leaning against the desk to keep her upright. “Is that what you want now, baby?”
“Yes.” Christen practically hisses, her legs opening wider as she pushes her bikini bottoms down.
Tobin doesn’t hold back.
The moment Christen kicks her last article of clothing off her body, Tobin slips another finger inside and pushes all the way in until the palm of her hand cups over Christen’s clit. Then she’s starts a brutal pace, her wrist bending awkwardly, but it’s worth it. It’s worth it for the noises her movements pull out of Christen.
Every thrust releases a grunt from deep within Christen, and every time Tobin pulls out… It’s not the noise Christen makes with her mouth that has her knees shaking. It’s the noise from between Christen’s thighs. If the feeling of wetness spilling across her palm wasn’t enough evidence, Tobin could hear the slick wet noise her fingers were dragging out.
“Like that, Tobin- Fuck, just like- FUCK!” Christen’s voice cuts out as Tobin curls her fingers upwards again.
The walls around Tobin’s fingers are getting tighter. Her arm starts to burn as she pushes harder, desperate to keep the pace up as Christen starts cussing with each thrust from Tobin.
It keeps building, until Christen abruptly grabs Tobin by the wrist to stop her movements.
That’s when Tobin feels it. The first delicious pulse of Christen’s orgasm. The first dip over the precipice. She takes it all in. She takes in the way Christen’s eyes roll back in her head. The way her stomach muscles clench.
It’s the most beautiful sight Tobin’s ever been blessed with.
And then it’s like Christen’s world crashes in on itself. Her hips jump, bucking against the fingers still buried inside of her as her orgasm drags her under.
Tobin gently curls her fingers in time to the pulsing around her fingers, desperate to help Christen ride out the wave of her orgasm. Only when the clenching of Christen’s walls starts to slow down does Christen pull Tobin forwards until they’re kissing again.
“That okay?” Tobin asks, wanting to be sure it felt as good as it looked.
With a smirk on her face, Christen reaches down to slowly extract Tobin’s fingers before bringing it up between their faces.
Tobin can see the wetness and she can’t stop herself from licking at her own digits, groaning at the taste of Christen on them.
“Fuck, Tobin…” Christen moans, keeping her hand loosely around Tobin’s wrist as she continues licking and sucking at the very essence of Christen.
If she had the choice, Tobin would keep sucking at her own fingers until every trace of Christen was gone. Christen has other ideas though, and suddenly she’s pulling Tobin forwards and crashing their lips together. She knows Christen must be tasting herself on her lips. On her tongue. It makes Tobin want to drop to her knees and lick a line straight up the crease of Christen’s legs.
Christen quickly reverses their positions, turning their bodies around until Tobin’s sitting up on the desk instead.
The moment she’s settled, Christen’s hands push Tobin’s shirt up, up until Tobin gets the point and pulls it over her head.
“It’s unfair you keep this covered all day.” Christen groans, her blunt nails scrapping down the plane of Tobin’s stomach.
“Want me to start doing my shifts without a shirt on. Maybe some hot chicks will hit on me.”
“You’ve already got a hot chick hitting on you.” Christen whispers before her tongue traces the shell of Tobin’s ear. “Do you want me?”
“Yeah. Yeah I really want you.” Tobin replies, groaning as Christen’s hand travels under her shorts and where she’s been longing for her to touch.
“Fuck. You’re so wet.” Christen whimpers.
Tobin hums in the back of her throat and looks down her body, down to where Christen’s wrist disappears under the band of her shorts. “Ever since you sent me those photos.”
“Yeah? Did you like those?”
Tobin tries to focus, but it’s hard to when Christen’s fingers are spreading her open. Suddenly her touch withdraws, and Tobin is almost embarrassed by the whining noise she makes.
“I asked you a question, Tobin.”
Fuck.
It’s possible the hottest thing anyone’s ever done to her.
“Yes. I really liked them.”
Christen’s hand slips back to where Tobin needs it, her fingers returning to their previous position.
“Would you like me to send you more like that?”
Cognitive of the fact Christen stopped touching her the last time, Tobin quick replies with a nod of the head.
“Good girl.” Christen whispers, her finger finally brushing over Tobin’s clit. It’s her words that have Tobin moaning loudest though. The implication. The control- “I can’t wait to feel you come.”
“Then you best get inside.” Tobin moans, her arms barely able to hold her upright.
“Yeah? Close already?”
“So fucking close, Chris.” Even as Tobin is still replying, Christen slides a single finger inside of her. It’s been too long since she slept with someone and the feel of someone else’s fingers inside of her makes her body pulse with arousal.
“Can I take these off?” Christen asks, her free hand pulling at the band of Tobin’s shorts.
Words feel too far away to Tobin now, and she quickly pushes her shorts and bikini shorts down. And the sight of Christen’s fingers on her. “Oh fuuuck.”
“You like that, baby? Watching me touch you?” Tobin nods again, groaning as Christen pulls her fingers almost completely out of her, leaving only the tips still resting in her entrance. “Look how wet you are.”
Then Christen’s fingers are thrusting inside of her again. And again. And again. And-
Tobin’s hand scrunches up the paperwork it’s resting on. She can feel her orgasm starting to build. The tell-tale clenching of her walls, the way her hips are chasing Christen’s fingers every time she pulls them away.
“Fuck, fuck, Chris I’m going to-” Christen pushes a third finger inside, and Tobin can barely stretch around them. “Fuck!”
“Can’t wait to watch you come. To feel you come. Can you do that for me, baby?” Christen goads, her fingers curling, slipping, thrusting into Tobin.
When she comes, Tobin’s pretty sure she passes out for a moment.
The colour red joins the green. Swirling around it as if to signify the passion of her moments with Christen.
Tobin sighs and leans back to look at the painting. The green still feels off and it’s awfully literal even for her.
But the layers are starting to build.
They’ve been sleeping together for a week. It’s not a relationship. Not yet anyway. Christen’s never said she doesn’t want one. But then… She hasn’t said she does want one.
“I forgot to put sun lotion on before I left.”
“Oh.” Tobin look down at Christen for a moment before the realisation dawns on her. “Oh!”
She almost trips over her own feet in her haste to get down the ladder. “Want some help?”
Christen smiles and shakes her head. “Nope, just thought I would let you know.”
“Chris…” Tobin whines, her fingers twitching to feel the soft skin of Christen’s body. “What if you miss a bit?”
With a slight frown on her face, Christen rubs at her chin as she pretends to think about Tobin’s request. “I guess I can let you get my back.”
Tobin only just manages to restrain herself from fist pumping. She holds out her hand to take the little bottle of lotion from Christen, smiling at the view in front of her when Christen rolls onto her stomach.
It reminds her of two nights ago. Two night ago when Christen swiped the paper work off the desk and leant over it with her bare ass in the air for Tobin to admire as she fucked her. It makes Tobin shiver when she sees the little bruise pocking out the side of Christen’s bikini bottoms. She probably didn’t even know it was there. The little love bite Tobin had left behind when she kissed her way from Christen’s ass to her neck.
Christen wiggles her ass a little, drawing Tobin’s attention away.
“Thought you were going to help?”
“Just warming up the lotion.” Tobin smiles, rolling the bottle in her hands.
“Please don’t, anything to cool me down for even minute.”
Tobin starts in the safe territory of Christen’s shoulders, massaging the lotion into her skin with her thumbs until Christen is groaning into her towel. It’s a true test of her resolve and she almost covers Christen’s whole back without touching her too inappropriately.
Almost.
It’s not her fault Christen was blessed with the greatest ass Tobin has ever seen. It’s absolutely not her fault. Tobin bites at her lip as she watches her finger skirt under the back of Christen’s bikini bottoms, the tip skating over the parting of her ass.
“I don’t think the sun will get me there.” Even though she’s facing away from her, Tobin can hear the smile in Christen’s voice.
“I’m just being thorough.” Tobin comments as she trails her finger even further under the material. All the way down until the rest of her hand cups over Christen’s ass.
“Well you’ll need more than just some sun lotion if you’re planning of going any further.”
The implication of Christen’s words makes Tobin’s mind go completely blank. “Fuck.”
“Language.” Christen twists her head back around, smirking over her shoulder. “Wouldn’t want the lifeguard to hear you swearing.”
Tobin laughs and moves her hand back onto the safer territory of Christen’s back. “Are you staying tonight?”
“What do you think?” Christen asks as she rolls onto her back, revealing the hardness of her nipples through her bikini top.
“That the sun can’t set fast enough.”
“Have a good day?” Christen asks, as if she hadn’t been laying next to Tobin all day reading a book. Or spent the last fifteen minutes watching Tobin stack up the sun loungers.
Tobin smiles and leans over Christen, narrowing her eyes. “Some chick kept harassing me. Made me touch her ass.”
The most beautiful sounding giggle Tobin’s ever heard erupts from Christen. She doesn’t resist when Christen’s hands drag her onto the lounger until Tobin’s hovering over her body.
“At least she follows the pool rules, even if she is too scared to get wet.” Tobin jokes, kissing Christen’s cheek.
“I get plenty wet, thank you.” Christen retorts, making Tobin moan low in her throat. “You’re really hot, even in this lifeguard get up. Just knowing what’s underneath.”
As if to prove her point, Christen’s hands dip under Tobin’s shirt, bunching up the material as her hands splay over her abs.
“I think I could get myself off just riding your abs.”
Tobin lets out another groan before capturing Christen’s lips. Her hips immediately start grinding down into Christen’s as she imagines the woman on top of her. Imagines Christen’s bare sex sliding against her stomach as the woman chases her pleasure.
A wolf whistle suddenly echoes across the empty parking lot next to the pool and Tobin quickly scrambles off Christen. Fear tingles down her spine as she tries to spot who just whistled at them. She steps between Christen and the gate, trying to see if anyone is approaching.
“Looking hot ladies!!”
Another wolf whistle echoes through the darkness, followed by the retreating sound of laughter.
Just teenage kids she realises. Rambunctious and high on the heat of summer. They’ll probably tell all their friends about the chicks making out by the pool.
“Come home with me.” Tobin offers, looking pleadingly at Christen. “I have a proper bed without the risk of an audience.”
Christen bites her lip, her body still flushed and splayed out on the sun lounger. Tobin can’t decipher what her thoughts might be, but her eyes slowly becomes more hooded as they stare at Tobin. “Sure, let’s go."
Tobin’s apartment isn’t messy. But it’s not exactly tidy enough for guests.
“Sorry, I normally take that down before guests come over.” Tobin explains as she points towards the canvas in the middle of the living room. There’s a new set of paint brushes and tubes of unused paint discarded on kitchen counter too, highlighting her struggle between choosing to eat or paint.
“What were you trying to paint?” Christen asks curiously, her head tilting to the side as she takes in the swirling lines of Tobin’s half-finished painting.
What is she trying to paint? The question’s been hounding her since she started sleeping with Christen. Is it an actual depiction of her lust for Christen? Or just swirls of colour with no real meaning other than Tobin really needs to start earning money from her art again?
Tobin shrugs, but she’s still behind Christen, so she doesn’t see it. Christen doesn’t turn back around, just stays in the middle of the room looking at the picture.
It makes Tobin nervous.
Instead of interrupting her, Tobin opens up her new brush set and pulls one out, her fingers playing with the bristles of the rounded tip to distract herself.
After a few more moments, Christen tilts her head in the opposite direction, muttering something under her breath before picking up the canvas and rotating it onto its side. Tobin blinks, her mouth dropping open.
Standing with a dumfounded expression on her face is how Christen finds her when she turns back around.
“What?” Christen asks. “Did I ruin it? Shit.”
“No, no you didn’t ruin it. I just… I’ve been working on-” Tobin waves her hand in the air. There’s no way to explain it. She knows what she’s been painting now. “You just made it happen.”
“Having a moment, baby?”
Tobin nods enthusiastically, striding across the room to take Christen in her arms. She leans back, lifting Christen off the floor and spins her in a circle.
“Oh my gosh, Tobin I just turned your painting around.” Christen giggles, before letting out a squeal when Tobin spins her around again. “Put me down you goof.”
She does as Christen requests, and Tobin knows she has a dopey smile on her face. “You’re amazing.”
“That’s just the heat talking.”
Tobin shakes her head and tries to push all her feeling into her words. “No, I mean it, Chris. You’re amazing.”
Christen smiles, her eyes still somehow shining brightly in the low light of Tobin’s apartment. “So are you.”
“I wanted to try something.” Tobin says as she swirls the new brush in her fingers.
“Oh?” Christen bites her lip, taking the brush from Tobin’s hand to inspect it. “Is this what you do to all the girls you bring home?”
Tobin laughs shyly, rubbing at the back of her neck. “No. No I’ve thought about it, but haven’t done this before. If it feels weird, I’m sure I can find another way to get you off.”
“Win, win for me.” Christen replies, drawing Tobin in so she can kiss her. “Then show me the way to your bedroom.”
Tobin looks at the painting one last time as she hoists Christen’s legs around her waist.
How did she even miss it?
Just like every time Christen lets Tobin undress her, Tobin can’t help wondering how someone so perfect could exist.
Christen’s nipples strain up from her chest, the chill of the air-conditioning Tobin always has blasting in her room combining with her arousal to make the dusky nubs pebbled and hard. And beyond inviting.
The freshly washed paint brush in her hand that makes her feel powerful. She hopes it feels good for Christen. She hopes this fantasy she has blows Christen’s world so she can do it again and again.
“Ready?” Tobin asks as she gently strokes the brush down between Christen’s breasts, all the way down to her stomach.
“Fuck, this is going to be intense.” She says as Tobin lets the tip of the brush dip into Christen’s belly button, making the other woman giggle.
“If you want me to stop, just say.”
Christen nods, her hands raising above her head to grab onto Tobin’s headboard. “And what do I say to make you start?”
“Patience.” Tobin whispers before kissing the wet trail her brush left behind.
She goes lower than her brush though. She kisses over the little patch of hair between Christen’s legs, brushes her nose along the source of the wetness coating Christen’s thighs. Then when she can feel Christen starting to shake, she lets her tongue swipe through her folds, just once. Just so she can have a taste.
Pulling away, Tobin lets her free hand open Christen up. Her fingers spreading to expose Christen’s aching centre to the chill of the room.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Tobin whispers, her voice full of wonder.
Christen doesn’t respond, but Tobin notices her breathing pick up. Her chest starting to rise faster with each delicate touch Tobin gives her. Until finally, Tobin lets the brush slide against the side of Christen’s clit, the bristles just touching her most sensitive point.
“Tobin… I-” Christen’s voice cuts off as Tobin moves her hand to the other side, caressing her clit with the softness of the brush.
“Feel okay?” She asks, knowing full well what the answer is and all she gets from Christen is a deep moan of pleasure.
Gently, Tobin dips the paint brush between Christen’s folds. Gathering the wetness that’s practically dripping out of her onto the tip of the brush.
“I could do this to you all night.” Tobin murmurs into the side of Christen’s thigh before kissing the soft skin. “Drag it out until you’re begging me to touch you more.”
Tobin returns the brush to Christen’s clit, circling around the bud with increasingly smaller circles. She keeps her pace slow though. Teasingly slow until Christen’s hips start trying to chase the movements.
And when she knows Christen will least expect it, Tobin suddenly swipes the brush down, straight over the straining bundle of nerves.
“Oh fuck.” Christen practically chokes out. From the middle of the bed Tobin can see her hands still holding onto the headboard, her knuckles turning white from the strain. She can see her eyes are squeezing shut too, her mouth hanging open as her breathing starts to lose rhythm.
“That okay?” Tobin asks her, the brush slowly swirling at Christen’s clit again.
“Fuck, I’ve never- What are you doing to me?”
Tobin smirks at the praise and softly strokes directly across Christen’s clit again. The point trailing just under the hood to where Tobin knows she’ll be most sensitive. It makes Christen’s hips buck off the bed, her whole body shaking.
She returns to her previous pattern, circling widely, then tightly, occasionally using the very tip of the brush to make the smallest circles possible right on the straining edge of Christen's clit. It's like when she approaches the end of a painting. When she uses her finest brushes to draw the most delicate details onto the canvas.
She's never worked with a canvas as beautiful as Christen's before though.
“Fuck, oh fuuuck.”
Tobin recognises the signs of Christen's building orgasm. Being so close to her, Tobin can see the little bundle of nerves she’s paying such dedicated attention to starting to twitch. She can see the way it pulses in time with her strokes and she knows it won’t take Christen long, she just needs the slightest push.
Lowering her face, Tobin blows a cold stream of air across Christen’s clit.
“TOBIN!”
Her own name echoes around the room as Christen shudders. Dropping the brush onto the bed, Tobin quickly slides her fingers inside, curling them into the pulsing walls. Christen clamps down on them immediately, her hips pushing Tobin in deeper.
“Oh! Oh Fuck! I’m-” Wetness suddenly pools in Tobin’s palm, leaking out around her fingers and onto the sheet beneath them.
“Chris…” Tobin groans, marvelling at the evidence of Christen’s orgasm as it pulses out of her.
It takes a while for Christen’s grip to loosen on Tobin's fingers. It takes a while longer for the pulsing of Christen's walls to calm down enough for Tobin to slide her fingers out. Christen herself looks completely ruined. Sweat covers her whole body, the shine of it highlighting the pink hue of her still flushed chest and face.
She looks so beautiful.
It’s then that everything clicks into place for Tobin. She wants this and more. She wants Christen underneath her and begging. She wants Christen on top of her telling her when she’s allowed to come. But most of all, Tobin wants to hold Christen’s hand as they walk along the beach. She wants to take her to dinner and meet her friends.
She wants everything.
The painting. It’s not a picture of lust burning. It’s a picture of her love growing, blooming out of the summer heat.
“Christen.” Tobin says, waiting until Christen’s glazed green eyes are looking down at her. “Be my girlfriend.”
Christen reaches down and swipes her thumb over Tobin’s cheek, catching the tear that escapes her eye. “Keep fucking me like that and I’ll end up being your wife.”
A broad smile breaks out across Tobin’s face and she kisses the bone of Christen’s hip, followed closely by the soft inside of her thigh. “Then I best keep fucking you.”